A black 1967 SS Chevrolet Camaro pulled up to the light. The loud 454 engine revved as the blowers opened and shut. The slicks on the back of the car gripped the ground ready for anything. TJ sat inside the car looking to his right. To his right was a gray 1967 GT Shelby 500 Mustang. His 427 also revved as the patiently waited for the light to go green. His Mustang had a Ram Air system, under drive pulleys, Vorla Exhaust. He looked over to TJ. They both looked at the light. It turned green. TJ and Ryan slammed their cars into first gear. The tires squealed as the RPMs climbed into second gear. TJ felt the car start to twist as the power of the car took over. Ryan looked over and saw a worried face on TJ. TJ's car hit third gear. Ryan's was about two seconds off. TJ looked at his speedometer he was pushing 90. Ryan was doing 80 to 85 MPH. TJ knew what was going to happen but this race was too important. He kept pushing it. The car roared to life as his RPMs climbed higher to his last gear. Ryan kept looking over to TJ. His friend from when he was a kid. TJ looked like he was going to die. The front end of TJ's car was now lifting off the ground. The chassis was now twisted enough to notice. Ryan noticed. Ryan was now in his final gear. TJ's RPMs were to close to the end. He was even more worried. Sweat started to roll down his face. He looked at his speedometer and was now doing 130. Ryan was keeping up. He was doing 127. TJ new that 160 was his top speed. Ryan wanted to shout out to TJ that he wanted to call the race off. He was going to fast. His voice would have gone out the window and back to the start line. TJ was now doing 157. This was it. He knew that if he hit something he would be gone. The freeway seemed to end abruptly as he saw a Mac truck pull out off the shoulder. His life flashed before his life. He knew that brakes wouldn't help at this point. There was no way to turn that fast before he hit the truck. He turned his head and looked at Ryan. Ryan was looking back. Both knew it. It happened. The car slammed into the truck. The front end of the Camaro crunched between the firewall and the truck. The car lifted up and the top of the car it the truck as well. The truck slid and fell into the trees on the side of the freeway. TJ was already dead in a way. He was dead before the truck hit. He knew it was over so he prayed and let it go. All this happened as a 1967 GT Shelby 500 passed by doing 150.



Four days later TJ was laid into the ground. Laid on his chest was the SS Emblem from his car. One of the only few things that made it back from the wreck without a scratch. Ryan walked away from the funeral. He was dressed in his best suite. He opened the door of his Shelby 500 and dropped in. "Well TJ you won two races in one week. But you should have lost the one to death."





Please everyone who street races stay safe. I know a lot of people who race and I know it can get dangerous. And by the way...IMPORTS SUCK...anyway keep cars alive.